Citywide Special

 [Author's note: I'm in a weird space here. Unlike a lot of other sprints, I feel like this could morph into something good. I don't know if I have the talent to make that happen, however.]

I slang the thang down my throat

a yuppy fad for this old goat

but damn but hell did it make me happy

A shot and beer that I held dear

after which there's naught to fear

for now this ol' geezer's waxing sappy

Of days of yore when I was poor

and a desired pour was just four

or three or two or no dollars

But the way it's been it's been a sin

my pocket's feeling mighty thin

and after rent all I want's to holler

Yet here I am on this stool

yammering on a drunken fool

I don't mean to bend your ear too bad

But a lady's got me mighty blue

and it don't matter really who

all's I mean is I'm filling in the sad

Sure it's a pity in this whole fuckin' city

there's only one lady with a golden titty

but hell she was mine 'least 'til Tuesday

It's my own fuckin' fault and I'm here to fuckin' sulk

'bout fucking up and having to walk

but fuck if I don't regret it all today

But a few more beers and more bending ears

I might find a way to dry my tears

and manage a manly move to my knees

Another special, hell, one more shot

I'll tell you what: I'll text that thot

and bend these beers and Beams to pleas

Oh please honey for all the money

and all the love and that sweet cunny

please now darlin' take me back

That's what I'll say believe it okay

I swear I'll crawl back her way

just after I drain this six-pack

Hey buddy I noticed you're still here

after all of my bending your ear

could you spot a guy in need a special?

I know, I know, it's closing time

but alcohol's sucked up my dime

I'm fine I'm fine I have a high threshold

Okay, okay, I'd best get home

and empy bed of egg crate foam

or maybe on the streets to roam for one more

But one thing's certain: I'll draw back the curtain

your greatest question I'll entertain

yes by god I love that whore